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Making the Play (3)

Part (3)

Troy wasn’t sure what to make of the conversation with Philippe. It excited him, but scared him too. After all, he had already made a fool of himself with Tommy, or at least thought he had. More than that, he had risked being found out, which really scared him. He didn’t think he could through all that again, with someone else, still the idea of that little Cajun had him still hard.

Philippe from Blake MasonHe didn’t want to take the chance of being discovered a second time, and quickly rinsed off and grabbed his towel. The notion that somehow, tonight, he would get lucky kept him hard, and uncomfortable. Last thing he needed was for some of the other’s to walk in and see him sporting some wood. Whether they knew about him or not, they’d rib the hell out of him, and he just wasn’t in the mood for that.

Plus, he felt sore, least his body did, as the effects of Tommy’s tackle was starting to make itself known. Despite the thoughts of Philippe, the pain was beginning to take hold. Troy thought of maybe taking some time in the whirlpool, but he didn’t trust himself in that hot swirling water, not with all the guys due to return.

Getting dressed was a whole new experience in pain. He couldn’t believe how quickly his body begun to ache, in places they never had before. Pulling his pants up took his breath away, and he felt light headed. Sitting down on the bench, in front of his locker, he tried to let himself go, to ease the bunched up muscles inside.

Gradually he felt it clearing up, felt his lungs filling with air and not needing to pant so much. Christ, he had sounded like some bitch in heat, the way he had been puffing, without the benefits associated with it. Yet, even while his body felt like every muscle had constricted into a tight band of steel, he couldn’t help but wonder about Tommy, and if Philippe was for real, or just his imagination in overdrive.

Thinking of Tommy was weird, because at the same time, he thought he could still taste his cum, yet also feel the bruising grasp of his hand when he tried to wrestle him down on the field. It was strange, to feel sort of split, wondering if the way he had cried out when shooting his load, with how his face had looked through the helmet as he dove past, reaching out to take him hard to the ground.

In some way, he thought he saw anger, hate, or disgust, but maybe it was just Tommy being wrapped up in his job, which was to stop him from gaining ground. Maybe when he had cum, that was real and had nothing to do with his look on the field?

And now he had to figure out, what the fuck Philippe was about. He had seemed pretty awed by catching Troy whacking off in the shower. The way his eyes had bulged, never leaving his crotch. How he kept licking his lips too, his face a bit flushed, though it was hard to tell under the grime from the field. So was it a come on, or a set up?

The idea of being out at Miller’s Field with him, near those trees, would be an ideal spot for an ambush. Maybe Tommy had set it up, but then why would Philippe want to show up at his dorm room tonight? Could be he was just being his normal paranoid self, but he had kept his secret, least he had thought so.

Still Tommy did say they all had guessed, had even gotten a lecture from the Coach. So had he kept his secret, and if not, was all his fear just being stupid, or what? Like if they all knew, or had guessed, why did he have to pretend now? Why did he have to think that somehow, Philippe was a set up? Couldn’t he just accept that maybe the guy was ‘family’?


The knocking on his dorm door woke Troy up. He was startled for a moment, as he glanced at his alarm clock, seeing it was a few minutes past eight. A small tremor raced through him, as he realized it had to be Philippe. Calling out that he was coming, he quickly tossed his legs over the side, feeling the stab of pain in his guts, and all up & down his legs.

Stumbling a bit, he managed to make it to the door, unlocking it and staring out at Philippe. With his body leaning against the door, he managed to make sure Philippe was alone. The beat of his heart slowed a bit, but the pain in his body seemed to only increase, as he let the door open wider, to let the small wiry running back enter his room.

‘Man you look like shit.’

‘Thanks, must have fallen asleep.’

‘Still feeling the effects?’

‘Huh? Oh, yeah, guess so. That ground isn’t soft.’

‘Yeah, uh look, I can come back another time if you want.’

He was about to agree, when he managed to catch Philippe’s eye, and saw the disappointment looming inside. Troy wasn’t sure if he was just groggy and seeing things, or if there was something to it. Maybe all his doubts, his anxiety was in his own mind, and not real? It could happen, he thought, as he answered ‘no, come on in.’

The way the guy’s eyes lit up, and the smile. Christ the smile was a killer, which he had never really noticed before. It seemed to go from ear to ear as Philippe walked in, and immediately headed for the bed. Not like there was a raft of seating choices, but it meant he’d either have to sit next to him, or take the lone chair at the little desk. Moving to the chair, he could feel Philippe’s eyes on him, watching his every move, sort of like a puppy dog.

Wincing, he sat down in the bare wooden chair, feeling like the back of the chair was going to burn. His body was much more tender, than he had thought as he looked over at Philippe. Troy couldn’t help but notice his basket, which seemed a bit bulging, but was more likely just his wishful thinking.

Glancing up he could see that his quick peek had been noticed. There was no mistaking the red blush growing over his face, as he shifted himself a bit, opening his legs a bit wider. Was he coming on to him? Christ, just what he needed, to go from being in total pain, to thinking.

‘Uh, still feeling groggy from this afternoon?’

‘Yeah, guess so.’

‘You know, I have taken a few of those, and a good rub down, worked wonders.’

‘Guess, the trainer offered, but I just wanted to get back here, and sort of take it easy.’

‘I can give you one, if you want.’

‘Huh? I uh, I don’t know, not sure it’ll help.’

‘I don’t mind, uh that is, if you want.’

‘Can’t hurt, sure you don’t mind?’

‘I don’t mind if you don’t, got any type of oil, baby oil is best.’

His mind was struggling with all that Philippe was saying to him. Could it be an excuse to find out, or was he genuinely trying to help him out? The look on his face, showed a hidden sense of excitement, but also he was looking awfully nervous. Was he reaching out to find out if maybe, he was? Tommy had said that they had all wondered, could he be trying to find out?

Troy tried to get up, but the pain was intense, making him gasp for air. Instead, he pointed to the small nightstand near the bed, to indicate where he kept his oil. As the pain eased, his mind realized his mistake. Not only did he have his oil there, but also his toys and skin magazines. It was too late to stop Philippe, who had the drawer open and could clearly see inside.

He waited for him to say something, but all he did was reach in and take out the half full bottle of oil. He put it down on the top, closing the drawer, still saying nothing about the other stuff inside. Leaning back, he turned to Troy.

‘Uh got a towel or something? Well couple actually, one to lay on the bed, and uh, one to uh, you know, cover you?’

Again he just pointed to his cupboard and watched as Philippe walked over and opened to take the bath sheet off the hook inside, and the smaller hand towel off the other hook. He moved back to lay out the bath sheet over the top of the bed, smoothing it out, then put the pillow up and turned towards Troy.

He moved to stand in front of him, and offered him his hand, to help pull him up from the chair. He was grateful for that, as he needed the help. It hurt, and he could feel how tense his muscles were, but he tried to walk on his own towards the edge of the bed.

Thankfully he already has his shoes and socks off. No way could he bend down to remove them, if not. His shirt was rumbled, as he tried to undo them, sort of grimacing a bit. Finally he managed to get the shirt open, but pushing it off was painful when he felt the hands touching his shoulders.

Turning his head, he saw Philippe next to him, not having heard him move closer. The eyes looked worried, concerned really, which was rather touching. Funny, how he had never paid much attention to the guy before now. Yet here he was, showing concern for him, that really no one else had. Hell, other than a quick ‘you okay’ Tommy had basically ignored him when the team had come back to the locker room.

Despite the shirt being light, when it was off, he felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his body. It felt good, and seemed to steady him. He knew he was a bit rocky, but managed to fumble with his pants button, until once more, Philippe came to his rescue.

‘I can do it, if you want’

Troy just nodded, as he felt the arms reaching around from behind him. The arms seemed to tremble a bit, as they lay next to his bare skin, but they felt nice. He sighed as the fingers pulled at his zipper, and then spread the pants open. In a second he felt their weight ease, as Philippe pushed them slowly down his body.

He felt Philippe’s body next to his and couldn’t help but feel the bulge that was poking into his rear. At the same time, he realized that when Philippe had pulled his pants down, he had taken the underwear as well. He was stark naked, with his clothes around his ankles, and wondered, if this was all a plan to seduce him, or out him?

Shivering, he stood there, as Philippe suggested he lean back, while stepping out of the heap of clothes at his ankles. He did as suggested, feeling the strength of the guy’s body, the way his muscles were taut, and how warm it felt to be leaning back, into him. It also was having an effect on his dick, but there wasn’t much he could do about that.

With his legs out of his clothes, Philippe reach out and picked up the hand towel, and wrapped it around. The press of his arms around his waist made him tremble a bit, but the sound of his voice, telling him to try and lean forward, to lay face down on the bed, was even more arousing.

With help from Philippe, he managed to get onto the bed, without just falling face forward. He lay prone, with the pillow under his face, and his legs crooked to one side. Philippe managed to pull and tug the towel underneath, to straighten it out and protect the bed covering. Then he moved to one side, and adjusted Troy’s legs, so they were straight, the feet dangling a bit over the back edge.

There was silence for a moment, and he felt like he was being examined for imperfections or something. It made him a bit uneasy, and yet giddy too, hoping he would pass inspection. He said nothing, but tried to control his breathing. The whole exercise of getting onto the bed, of undressing, had taken its toll on him.

He had to admit, just laying there was also feeling pretty good. Without his clothes, he seemed to feel the pain less, and the warm room air felt nice on his bare skin too. For the first time since waking up, he felt a bit relaxed, and had a bit less pain too.

The sound of a zipper going down startled him. He was already naked, with just a towel draped over his bare butt. Turning his head, he could see the hunched figure by the side of the bed, pushing his pants down. The head turned to look up at him, as he asked him what he was doing.

‘Huh? Oh, uh, just don’t want to get the pants stained with oil, they are the only clean pair I got.’


Somehow he wasn’t sure of that excuse, but it did make sense. Especially if he didn’t have a clean pair for tomorrow, the guys would see the stain, maybe say something. Yet in the back of his mind, he was rather wondering if that was the real reason.

He didn’t turn his head away, as Philippe stood back up, clad in his underwear. His hands reached down and yanked his shirt up over his head, exposing his chest to him. Not like he hadn’t seen him like that before, but still, it felt different. It was more exciting in a way he hadn’t experienced much. The thoughts in his head was making it hard for him to lay flat, as his dick was constantly trying to stiffen more.

Troy felt his body squirm a bit, his legs open a bit more, as he continued to stare at Philippe. How come he had never noticed him quite like this, before? The guy was hot, and he had some good muscles defined in his upper body. Then too, he should, given he was a running back. His legs were thick too, almost like arms really. No wonder he could pull out of some tackles, given how huge those thighs and calves looked.

He could see the muscles bulge, but his eyes were drawn to the tell tale bulge in his shorts. Christ, it almost made him groan. It looked so huge, in those tight white briefs he was wearing. There was the outline of his dick, that made him wish he didn’t hurt so much. He sure wouldn’t mind that lump going down his throat, or elsewhere.

The top of the bottle flipped open, making a sound, which drew his eyes upwards. Troy saw the bottle being tipped, then watched as Philippe began to rub his hands together, with the oil in between, warming it up. Then he moved closer up, so that he was standing near Troy’s shoulders, close to his head.

Breathing in, he could smell him. There was no perfume, but he could tell that he had just washed up. He had that ‘fresh soapy smell’ as he let his mind wander. There really hadn’t been much said, yet he couldn’t help but think this was just an act, to either seduce him, or out him. He was more inclined to think it was to seduce him, which he was rather hoping for.

Troy turned his head away, afraid he might say something, afraid he might give away how he really wanted Philippe to do more than just give him a massage. It was all making him feel rather warm, inside, and he squirmed a bit more, waiting for that first touch.

There was an intake of breath, as he felt the hands touch his shoulders. He felt their warmth, their tingling even, as Philippe leaned over his upper body. He couldn’t help but sigh, as the hands began to knead his flesh, to move it around despite the oil.

The hands moved along his shoulders, loosening them up as he lay there, enjoying the feel of them. His eyes closed, as he let the hands do their magic, and yet as he tried to not think about it, he couldn’t help but feel it inside. The idea of Philippe, of him laying next to him, of touching him where few had before. It all was making him drowsy too, as his mind was drifting off, into some sort of fantasy land.

‘you don’t have to answer, sorry.’

The words echoed and gave him a start, his eyes popped open and he turned his head to see Philippe sitting next to him. He had moved down a bit, and the hands were resting on the small of his back. Yet as he felt that tingle inside, he also could see that there was something wrong. The head was downcast, the eyes wouldn’t look at him.

‘huh? Sorry, i must have drifted off, it was feeling really good.’

‘drifted off? Oh, oh, I am sorry.’

‘for what?’

‘I thought, I mean… ‘

‘thought what? Really Philippe… it was just so good, relaxing, ya know?’

‘Seriously? You aren’t just saying that?’

‘No, I don’t… okay look, let’s start from the beginning, did you say something I missed?’

‘Uh, kinda… but it doesn’t matter.’

‘Yeah, it does, I mean what you are doing, it is nice’

‘not really’


‘Look, I’ll be honest, if you will be?’

There was a tension in the room, which Troy didn’t quite understand. He was a bit groggy, or maybe he just didn’t want to understand. It was all becoming too complicated.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘You really didn’t hear my question?’

‘No, I told you, I had drifted off, what question? All I heard was something about if I didn’t want to answer, so…’

He could feel the fingers trembling, and look at him, he was fairly certain his whole body was shaking or at least vibrating. It was strange, because the truth was, he didn’t know what he had asked.

‘It’s okay, never mind.’

‘No, it is not okay, shit man, you said you would be honest, so spill it, what did you ask?’

‘I don’t think I can, I am sorry.’

He was starting to stand up when Troy reached out with his hand, as he turned over on the bed. The towel was still over his crotch, but there was no ignoring that he was aroused, which he tried to do.

‘You were going to ask if I was Gay, right?’

‘No, no, I uh…’

‘I am okay, there, happy now?’

He more or less spit it out, unthinking, as the anger took hold of him. Okay, they all wanted to know, even sent Philippe in to try and worm it out, well fuck them, he thought. He was breathing hard, as he let go of Philippe’s arm, who didn’t budge an inch.

‘I wasn’t asking that, least… oh shit Troy, maybe I was, but not to hurt you, I uh…’

‘you what?’

‘Don’t you get tired of hiding it? I know I do.’

‘You do what? Tired of… fuck.. are you…’

‘yeah, guess so.’

‘I don’t… I mean.’

‘When I saw you in the shower, I don’t know, I had to find out, I mean, I am sorry, it is just, just I am so fucking tired of hiding who I am, and then, well, there you were, jacking off. It just, it just hit me, that…’

‘Fuck man, I am sorry, I guess, yeah, yeah I do get tired of it, guess maybe that’s why I snapped. I thought.. I thought maybe the guys had sent you to find out, I hear they been guessing.’

Troy let himself calm down, as his momentary rage was now replaced with guilt. How could he have thought that, about Philippe. Okay, they weren’t what you would call friends, or anything, seeing each other mostly at practice. Still he shouldn’t have assumed so much, because he should have known. It wasn’t like Philippe was in the in crowd anymore than he was. He should have seen that, maybe even recognized it.

Looking at him now, he saw that he really had been hurt by his outburst, and his accusation. Inside, he felt a bit dirty, for having made such a wrong guess, and worse, for saying it out loud. He let his hand reach out, to touch the top of Philippe’s hand, and to look up at him.

‘I am sorry, it just, it’s been a rough few days, I didn’t know… honest.’

‘I had heard some talk, I guess that and then seeing you, I don’t know Troy, I just, fuck man, I don’t know how to go about this shit. The few times, it was always the other guy making the move.’

‘Boy do I know that one, same here, really.’

‘Yeah? So… how does this work? I don’t…’

‘Guess there isn’t a handbook for us, but you know, maybe doing what you did, taking that chance, maybe that is the only way open to us.’

‘Yeah, but fuck, when you didn’t answer, I thought my life was over, that maybe I had been wrong, and that now the whole campus would find out.’

‘Oh Gawd, you sound like me. I don’t know Philippe, I wish I did, but I am glad you did ask, I wish I had your guts.’

‘You are? I mean, thanks.’

It was all rather awkward, and then Philippe sat back down, which seemed to make him feel, well, horny. His eyes stared into Philippe’s, and he could see them brimming with tears. In thinking about it, it really must have taken a lot of nerve, to try and find out if he was gay or not. He knew, it was not something he had the guts for, though then again, he had kneeled in front of Tommy.

Troy let his hand move up a bit, on Philippe’s arm, feeling it quiver a bit, then as he watched, he saw how his body sort of jerked, and the next instant, he felt him leaning forward, nestled into his arms. His body throbbed, as he felt the weight pressing against him, the pain of contact making him wince, a bit.

Philippe seemed to have felt him wince, or saw his face constrict, as he immediately got back to his feet. He was close to his side, as he stared down, then slowly let his hand rest on Troy’s shoulder. It was like suddenly a light had been thrown on, as Troy watched Philippe move towards the door, and latch it shut, then flip off the room’s main light.

He saw the shadow figure move slowly over to him, and kneel down. A hand moved up and touched his shoulder, then moved up to lightly run against the side of his cheek. The tips of the fingers moved across his lips, then down to his chin. All the time he was touching him, his eyes never seemed to leave Troy’s. They just stared into them, sparkling every now and then, as the hand moved down and under the chin, then down towards his chest.

Somehow the room seemed much warmer than before, and he could feel tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead, as Philippe’s hand moved lightly over his chest. The tips of the fingers touched and lifted, as they lightly passed over his flesh, making him tingle in a way he hadn’t felt before.

None of his early exploits had come close to how he was suddenly feeling now. Philippe had such a soft touch, as the finger moved across one of his nipples, making him almost whimper in appreciation. How light it felt, as it passed over the rubber like flesh of the nipple, how much it made him quiver, as the tip of the finger moved across and around it.

Letting himself roll onto his back, he let Philippe take the lead. It was hard to concentrate, as there were so many strange emotions inside, so many new feelings, as Philippe just continued to let his finger run down Troy’s body. He could feel the tip brush over his stomach, feel his muscles quake and roll under his touch.

‘Make love to me’ he heard being echoed lightly in the room, realizing it was his own voice. There was some hesitation, the hand near his belly stood still, shaking a bit, as if it was absorbing the words he had quietly spoken.

to be continued…

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Making the Play

Part (3)

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

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Category ¦ Athletes, Jocks

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Blake Mason


Making the Team (1)

Making the Team

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Matt looked up at the man above, at the way his face was all scrunched up. He saw the eyes staring at the timepiece in his hands, as Matt struggled to regain his breath. He had given it his all, now was the moment of truth. From looking up at the man, he couldn’t tell if he had done it, or if it had been another failed effort.

This was his last chance, as he hung on the side of the pool, his body slowly returning to normal. He felt his exhaustion, knew deep inside that he had given it his best shot, that he had left nothing behind. Every muscle had been pushed to its limits, if not beyond.

There simply wasn’t anymore for him to give, as he waited for the verdict from the Coach. Either he had made the time or not, in which case his tryout for the Swim Team would be over, or not. As he puffed, letting his lungs take in the air, he managed to look over to the far side, and saw Bradley standing by the locker room entrance.

There was no mistaking his grin either, which seemed to relax him a bit. His eyes looked up as the Coach told him to climb out, that he done good, and he’d see him next week. At first it didn’t register, then he realized he had made the team. Suddenly his muscles stopped aching, as he pulled himself out of the pool, to stand dripping on the edge, a huge grin on his face.

Look over, he saw the smile on Bradley’s face, saw the way he stood there, which gave Matt a bit of a start. It was almost as if he could feel Bradley’s pleasure, pride, in his effort. Even as the news worked its way into his mind, he realized that Bradley would be looking the same even if he hadn’t made it. Strange, but he hadn’t thought about it much before, but now, having made the team, it hit him.

Bradley had also tried out, but had dropped out early on in the trials. He claimed he didn’t want to go through the whole ritual again, that he had had enough at High School. Matt had been a bit put off by that, as swimming was everything to him. He had begun swimming every since he could remember.

He had felt like the water was more of his natural habitat, than his home. Nothing had made him feel more relaxed, than doing laps, or just paddling around the local pool, or at the local river in the summer. It was at that river, where he had his first orgasm, where he had his first blow job.

In fact, most of his important firsts had been at or near water. His meeting Bradley the latest example of how water had given him pleasure. Matt knew that the Coach hadn’t been pleased with Bradley quitting either, nor with his reason for it. It had been a rather testy little discussion, and deep down, Matt wasn’t so sure that Bradley was honest about his reasons for dropping out.

Okay, he was a bit anal about his hair, and his looks, but hell, the swimming season wasn’t really all that long, not like say Basketball. And it would give him added status, yet Bradley had dropped out, saying he just couldn’t go through another season of being bald, of itching.

The itching was a pain, he knew that, but it wasn’t like the hair wouldn’t grow back. In some ways, when it did grow back, it was different, it added character too. The girls would love that, specially given how Bradley looked.

Strange, but even at that point, he had no idea that Bradley was just like him, not really into girls, but just putting on an act, to stay safe from the name calling, the looks. He was the same, which made their hanging out difficult at times. Shit, each time Bradley would leave, he would run to the bathroom, lock the door, and whack off.

It was only later when he found out that Bradley would leave, and run to the woods to do the same thing Matt was doing. If only he had known earlier, but then better late than never, as Bradley told him that night. He could still recall it, as if it was just an hour ago.

He had finished practice, been disappointed in his time, despite his added workout schedule. Matt had gotten up earlier all week, to run longer, to pump up his leg muscles. He had done more crunches, more curls to get his muscles hardened, but it hadn’t kicked in yet. He still wasn’t finding his stroke, and he knew he needed to cut some time off, or he’d not make the team.

High School had been easier, as there really hadn’t been the competition that there was here, at College. Back there he didn’t need to push himself so much, only at meets, and it had worked. Matt hadn’t gone to Nationals, but he had done well at the State Meet. It was a lot different here, because everyone had done State Meets, had done well. Most had also gone to Nationals, so his competition was fiercer.

It was that night, when he found out about Bradley, when it just sort of came out. He still couldn’t believe his luck either, as he had walked out of the locker room, his head hung low, as he struggled with is backpack, with the sense of impending doom. Bradley had easily made the time, but he was faltering. For the first time, he felt like he wouldn’t have his home, his comfort zone.

That was when Bradley suggested he pull out the stops, that he give himself every edge now, instead of waiting for competition. Looking back on it now, he realized it was a come on. It was Bradley pushing him, telling him he needed to make himself sleeker, to cut down on the drag, that got it all started between them.

He smiled, as he trotted over towards Bradley. Things had changed so much that night, when he had agreed to have Bradley help him prepare for the next day’s trials. How he hadn’t realized how bright Bradley’s blue eyes had lit up when Matt had agreed. Nor did he even realize then, how convenient it had been that Bradley’s roommate was off for a few days either.

Course he found out since, that Bradley had set that up too, but getting one of those trophy girls that hung around him, to go off with the roommate, so as Bradley could have the room to himself. It had been a rather well thought out plan, that had netted the results he had obviously wanted.

Mind you, Matt knew he had missed it all. Flirting, pursuing a guy, just wasn’t something he was good at, nor was it really a huge priority for him. He didn’t mind being a loner, didn’t mind jerking himself off at nights, until he had met Bradley. Then the joy of jacking off, well it sort of got less satisfying. Luckily that got solved that night, when he had gone to Bradley’s dorm, to get his body prepared for the next day’s trials.

He usually did it himself, but as Bradley told him, no one could reach all over, could get every hair. Then too, he said you needed to eliminate some of the dry patches, that were always in awkward spots. Matt had to admit, he hadn’t thought about that aspect. Yet it made perfect sense, that every part of his body needed to be sleek, to be smooth, so that he could penetrate the water easily, not disturb the natural flow of it over his body.

The idea of Bradley shaving his body, of doing the spots he couldn’t reach had given him a boner all day too. Never had he felt so excited, so aroused, as he had been that day, and it worried him too. Many times he had thought about calling Bradley, to say it was okay but he’d manage on his own. Yet each time he picked up his phone to dial the number, he hesitated.

To have a legit reason to be touched, by Bradley, well, that was not something to push off, to refuse. Okay, it would be difficult to explain the hard on, but then again, what swimmer didn’t get his dick hard, when doing the shaving routine? Even in High School, the guys all bitched about how they had to whack off after shaving themselves, or find their girls for some sex, due to the raging hard ons.

Not like they were all queers, so it was natural. Hell, it couldn’t be helped, because if you wanted to do a good job around the cock, it had to be hard. If not, man you could miss a ton of pubes, which would rather make it all pointless. I mean one thing to miss a few, but the itching afterwards, just wasn’t worth the grief of trying to keep it soft.

Besides, the warm water, the soap, it all had its way of making a guy think of sex. It was natural, so he would put the phone down, deciding he would go through with it. At least until the next panic attack would hit him, which it did. The last one striking as he raised his fist to knock on Bradley’s dorm room.

He didn’t realize how nervous either, until Bradley locked the dorm room door. Matt felt like he had jumped a mile, or at least the few feet to hit his head on the ceiling. Strange at how Bradley had laughed, making some comment about how he was safe. Strange, but he had laughed too, as he noticed how everything was laid out.

There was the bowl of warm water. Bradley had one of those fresh water dispensers, that did hot water for tea or coffee. He had two bowls out, one steaming a bit and a couple of small wash clothes resting on the edge of the bowls.

No electric razors either, and several bottles of lotions were all on the small end table, near one of the single beds in the room. Across the entire bed was one of those full length mattress pads you saw in Hospitals. It was padded, but rubber, so no liquid would leak through to the mattress beneath. It was like Bradley had it all planned out, which it turned out he did.

Matt felt his dick shifting inside the tight speedos he was wearing, as he remembered how seeing the stuff laid out, the rubber sheet had given him a hard on, then too. At the time he didn’t think much about it, but Bradley had welcomed him with his shirt open. Sort of like he had just been putting it on, and he had stolen a quick glance at his bare chest.

Funny how a guy could remember such details, afterwards, and at odd times. The way his eyes had looked, how his hands seemed to tremble a bit, as he had held the door open, to let him in. How he had even taken a quick look out in the hallway, before closing and locking the door. It all came back to him, made him want to hurry up with his shower, so he could meet Bradley outside.

Towelling off, Matt could feel the odd guy looking at him, stealing a glance, but he didn’t mind anymore. It used to bother him, but then too it was his paranoia. After all, he was queer, but he also had what many would have killed for, a killer of a dick. He was rather proud of that, though it was when he stripped at Bradley’s place, that night, when he really noticed how proud he was.

The way Bradley had stared at him, at that huge dick sticking out from his slender body, had made his jaw open. His eyes had bulged too, and while at the moment he hadn’t noticed, later on he did recall how the bulge in Bradley’s pants had grown.

While he had been naked in front of lots of guys before that night, it had been his most nerve racking experience to date. He had fiddled with his belt, his buttons, and did everything he could to prolong the moment. The small talk had been unsatisfying, as if they both sensed that something was about to change between them. Matt didn’t think Bradley was gay, least not then. Though afterwards, he did chide himself for not picking up on some of the signs.

Still, at that moment, he was nervous, scared even. He could feel the push of his dick in his shorts, feel it growing, which only added to his nervousness. He had done everything he could to delay the process, even suggesting that they start with the chest first. Bradley had pushed that idea away, saying that he’d only wind getting his clothes all wet, and the dorm’s dryer was not working.

There was a bit of a chill he thought, but then it was just nerves. His shirt was off on the floor, as were his shoe and socks. He had sat on the bed, heard the rubber squishing sound, which only made him more nervous. Bradley seemed impatient, but he now realized that was just his own nervousness showing.

They had talked about it after, but at that moment, he just felt scared. He knew his dick was hard, knew it would plop out the second he pulled his shorts down. He had been right too, but it was at that moment he started to realize, that there was more to the night. He had noticed Bradley’s eyes, saw his jaw open, saw him lick his lips, which had only made him shake a bit more.

It was when he was stretched out on the bed, when Bradley began to soak his body with the warm clothes, before applying the shaving cream, that Matt felt his body twitch, felt that tell tale sign, that he was horny. He felt his chest heave a bit, as the first hot cloth was placed over his groin, as Bradley lightly pushed it up against the base of his hard penis.

How his fingers lingered a bit longer than they should, or how he just stared at him. Thinking of it now, he should have known that the whole offer was a ruse. He hadn’t even as Bradley applied the shaving cream around his dick, and made him push his legs apart, holding the upper thigh while he applied hot clothes, then shaving cream.

When he reached out, to start to shave, not at his chest, or his legs, but at his groin, he could see the fingers tremble a bit, see them quiver. He felt his own body shudder too, as the fingers reached around his massive pole, to hold it steady.

The jolt inside, was unbelievable. He felt his whole body quiver, felt it shake, as the tips of the fingers moved all around the thick shaft, to take hold. His skin seemed to suddenly be on fire, as he felt the fingers tighten their grip. Matt remembered looking up, seeing a glazed look on Bradley’s face, as he tried to control his breathing.

How the razor had appeared, shaking a bit from the trembling hand, that didn’t seem to bother Matt. He was too enthralled by the way he felt, from the touch to worry. Then as the blade touched his skin, he felt his body tingle. It was almost like every muscle inside had suddenly decided to tighten up. His teeth bit down on his lip, as he watched the action at his groin. How thick his cock looked, with a soft fluffy cloud of white at its base. Sort of like some huge office tower rising above the clouds. He shook, as he wondered what it would be like to have Bradley stroke him.

He had felt an ache in his buttocks too, felt the muscles clench as the hand held his hard on, as the razor made its slow way across his belly, cutting his pubic hairs off. His whole body was taut, as Bradley carefully moved the razor along the skin, adding a bit more shaving cream in spots.

How soft his touch was too. Matt was a bit surprised at that too. The fingers were tightly holding his dick, but then as they pushed his penis to one side, to let the razor glide over his scrotum, he couldn’t help but notice how light the touch was, how gentle it was. The way his fingers would press down, would pull the sac, while the palm of the hand held back his massive dick.

Matt still couldn’t figure out how he had managed to not shoot his load then, specially when Bradley had held his dick, had gently tugged at it, while he cleaned off the remnants of the shaving cream. He never thought he had that much self control, as Bradley proceeded slowly to shave all of the hair off his chest, what little there was of it.

Then it was the legs, and how his hand felt, as he held each leg, just below where the cream had been applied. How he let the hot clothes soak into his body, how it felt as the hand held his calf, held his ankle later on. How it felt as the palm of the hand pushed down on his foot, its warmth adding to the whole inner feelings, that seemed to roll up and down his body.

Turning over on his back had been another whole new experience for him. He felt his own huge dick wedged upwards, between his stomach and the bed. Yet as he adjusted his body, he felt Bradley applying the hot clothes to his buttocks. How he had gently pried apart the two cheeks, to lightly wash them down, to gently let the hot warmth seep into the soft hidden flesh.

The shaving cream had been unreal too, making his tiny hole pucker a bit, specially when the hand passed over it. One of Bradley’s fingers pausing briefly over it, which only made it ache even more.

How wonderful it felt, as the fingers spread across the inside of a cheek, then slowly pulled it apart, while Bradley stroked it and cut the tiny peach fuzz hairs between. How warm it all felt, as he did each side, then moved down the back of his legs.

In some ways, it felt better than any sex he had. The way the fingers moved across his legs, his backside too. How soft they felt, how warm it all felt, until finally he heard the words, that told him the shaving was done. That he could turn over now.

That was when he felt his heart quicken. Turning over, he didn’t realize how good it had all felt, or that his body had reacted as it would normally to such careful handling. Just as he felt his hard cock pop out from beneath, as it stuck out and he leaned backwards, did he feel the sticky pre cum on his belly. Panic was suddenly in full bloom, as he struggled to figure out what to say, what to do.

His first instinct had been to cover it up, to place his hands over the offending smear, but he didn’t have the time. It was too late as he glanced over at Bradley, to see him staring at it, at his stomach, and the drying trail of pre cum.

Matt could feel his face blushing, feel his body tense up as he struggled to come up with some excuse, some explanation, but he never needed to. Instead of saying a word, he watched in awe as Bradley stepped a bit closer, as his hand reached out towards Matt’s stomach.

With his eyes nearly popping out, he saw the fingers reach out, for the tips to lightly brush over the trail, then move back towards Bradley’s face. Matt was certain his heart would explode, as he saw Bradley place each finger into his mouth, sucking them clean of his, his pre cum. He couldn’t believe it, couldn’t comprehend what he had just witnessed, until he saw Bradley’s head come closer.

His eyes almost popped out of their socket, as he saw the frosted hair fill his vision, as he felt the hand suddenly grab hold of his trembling dick. His body trembled, as he saw the head lower itself, and then the room seemed to just explode. Flashes of lights crossed back and forth, as his body bucked a bit, shook hard. The bed squeaked a little too, as he felt the tongue flick across his cock head, swiping the large drop of pre cum.

Looking up, he saw the glint in Bradley’s face, as he lifted himself up, and as he raised his upper body up, he was also taking off his shirt. He tossed it off to the far side with one fling of his arm. The other was reaching down, and he heard the button pop, then the zipper being pushed down. In no time at all, Bradley was standing next to him, totally naked, just as he was.

There were some tufts of hair around each of his nipples. Each one firm and sticking out like a short bolt. His body was trembling, the muscles rolling as he let his eyes move down. He lifted himself up onto his hands, as his head stared at Bradley’s fully aroused cock, at how Bradley had one hand around its base, slowly stroking it, aiming it directly at Matt.

He swallowed as he realized just how much he wanted to see more, to reach out and touch it too. He leaned forward, as Bradley stepped in closer. It was as if both could read the other’s mind. How he seemed to just know that Matt wanted to taste him, to lick at his cock made him tremble a little. The press of the one hand on the back of his head, the way he could smell him now.

That thick scent, that heavy aroma of a man fully aroused, assailed his nostrils, which made him take several deep breathes of it. He had enjoyed that scent before, from his limited experiences, but this time, it just seemed more intense, more arousing. He couldn’t help himself, as he moaned a bit, which seemed to spur Bradley on.

The touch on his lips was like a hot burning rod being pressed on them. He tried to rear back, but Bradley’s hand on the back of his head, held him firmly. He stopped fighting it, realizing how much he really did want it. His lips opened, and he tasted the salty precum as he moved his head forward, to taste the hot head, the steamy pole that followed.

His body shook, as he felt his hands reach up, to take hold of Bradley’s hips, to dig his fingers in as he bobbed back and forth over it. He tasted it all, felt it throb to his motion, felt the heat inside, as he twisted his head a bit, to twist around and take more of the long pole. While it wasn’t as huge as his, it still was rather large.

The slurping sounds only made him want more. His whole body ached, as he held onto the hips, as his mouth tasted the pole. He realized too, that Bradley was uncut, though he hadn’t noticed it right away. His foreskin was so tight, that he had missed that. Yet he could taste it, feel it shift from the press of his lips.

While the sounds of his mouth echoed, he could hear the soft moans coming from Bradley. He felt his own body shake, as he began to let one hand explore that perfect swimmer’s body. He felt the muscles, felt their power as his hand moved up and down the thigh on one side. His other hand held tightly, then switched roles. It was like a hard caress, as he let his left hand swing inside, to brush past the full scrotum.

He heard the groan, felt the penis in his mouth jerk, as the back of his hand moved past the swinging balls. His own mind was reeling, as he tasted Bradley. The hard thick pole was stretching his throat, making it ache, but he loved its feel, its warmth. Every taste bud inside his mouth, was watering with anticipation of Bradley letting go, of tasting his jizz.

The motion of his head became faster, the lips tried to tighten even more, to add more friction to the motion, to make the hard throbbing pole hotter. He felt the hands on his shoulders, felt them dig into his flesh, while the moans became more intense, louder and longer in duration. He let his hand reach down, to take hold of the full sac.

As he felt the rough leathery skin, he felt like his shoulders would be wrenched off from his torso. The fingers dug deep, as the whole body shook. Matt felt Bradley’s body arch backwards for a second, then suddenly it was driving forward with his entire body weight behind it. He felt the cock in his mouth jerk, felt it bang against the soft throat lining, then dive deeper into his throat.

He gagged, struggled with the fullness inside his mouth and throat, when he heard the cry, felt the press of Bradley’s pubic hairs up against his face, his lips. Every muscle in his own body suddenly grew even more taut, more on edge. The cry was barely out of Bradley’s mouth, when he felt the cock head rear, felt the skin swell up between his lips.

In that second he knew what was to happen, as it did. He had no chance to prepare, as the hot stream of cum came flooding into his throat, overwhelming him. He tried to swallow, as the thick cream filled his throat and mouth, as it pushed past his lips to dribble down the corners of his mouth, all before he could manage that first swallow.

He couldn’t cough, as his reflexes tried to deny him the pleasure. His throat tried to close, to stop the flood of cum that was still pouring from the swollen cock head inside. Then as he gagged more, as his stomach twisted, he managed to swallow, to relieve the pressure on his throat a little, just as the cock head reared back a third time.

This time he was ready, as his hands gripped the thighs of Bradley’s trembling body. Matt could feel Bradley’s whole body shaking, as the final stream of hot cum flowed out of the hard cock. He could feel the blood pulsing as it moved along the thick shaft, as it expelled its precious milk into his own throat.

Every part of his body had shook, his legs had twitched and he felt a strange burning sensation in his ass, as he held onto the trembling legs. The hard pole slowly relaxed in his mouth, as the hands released his shoulders. He could feel the fingers shaking, as he leaned back, to see Bradley staring down at him. The eyes, glittering as he looked down at Matt, then further down at the huge cock that was still standing tall between Matt’s legs.

I want that, oh God do I want that

Matt smiled as he leaned back and pulled himself up further onto the bed. His cock was aching, oozing some pre cum as he smiled at Bradley. Matt couldn’t believe his luck, or his good fortune. To think, he had wanted to not show up, to cancel, and yet here he was, about to get to ride the Campus’ most eligible.

It hurts going in.

No kidding, but damn it, I want to, uh…

Suit me up, I think I want you as much, hell I know I do.

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Anointing of the Man Child (3)

Anointing of the Man Child

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (3)

He felt like all the air inside had been knocked out of him. Blake couldn’t believe what Trent had said, or what it meant. There was no way they could know, could even have a clue that he was, but somehow they had. Did others know? Was it that obvious to everyone, or was all this just an elaborate plot to out him?

Even though he felt scared, he couldn’t help but take into account that Trent had used the ‘we’, the ‘like us’ words, as if he was Gay. Yet, how come he didn’t feel like it was true, that it was maybe just an act? As he stood there, with a sort of stunned look on his face, he realized something had attracted him to Trent.

Had that been the ‘gaydar[1. slang meaning for being able to perceive someone is gay]’ that he had read about? Was there really such a thing, as being able to tell if another was like him?

Then too, as he felt his muscles tighten, as he managed to slowly calm his beating heart, and his heaving chest, the whole idea that the Fraternity was made up of just gays, was a bit, well incredulous. Sure, he had read about them, but always thought it was just fiction.

To suddenly think that all those guys lined up in a row, that the guy who touched his dick to measure it, was also gay, was well, hard to swallow. Still, to strip, to jerk off, as a sort of, get acquainted ritual, wasn’t what you would expect from Straight Guys.

His mind was whirling, as he tried to figure it out, while Trent stood there. It seemed like he had been silent for ages, but he knew it had only been seconds. His heart was still pounding as he stared at Trent, at those eyes, that mouth, that mop of hair. The guy was everything that Blake liked, that got him hard. He had a ton of magazines, but the most used ones were those that had pictures of guys like Trent.

Then too, as he thought about it, he wondered at things. Like how impressed everyone was with how far he shot his load, at how big Brian’s dick was, and how disappointed they all seemed when Brian didn’t shoot, but sort of just flowed. Could what Trent be telling him, be for real? Looking at him, he rather hoped it was, as he nodded his head, afraid to speak the words, to admit it.

As soon as he did nod, he noticed how Trent suddenly lit up. His face didn’t have the worry lines, and his eyes seemed more relaxed, as were his facial features. Blake hadn’t noticed it before, but it was as if Trent had been just as nervous as him.

You really didn’t know?

No. Guess I should have, but uh…

It’s cool, takes a load off my mind, you had me scared for a second.

Me? I don’t, why?

Hate to make a pass at a breeder, I mean you know how they can get.

They had started to walk closer to the main doors, when he just stopped and stared at Trent. He was making a pass at him? How the fuck, how did he miss that, he wondered, as he just nodded, not sure what to say. How could he tell this guy that he didn’t even know that he had made a pass, let alone know how straight guys reacted to one?

Inside, the managed to find a table at the back, away from everyone else. The place wasn’t busy, and he had noticed Trent had grabbed a sandwich, offered him one too, but he had refused. He was just too nervous to eat anything, hard enough to drink the hot coffee as it was.

Funny, but Trent wouldn’t let him pay either, which was nice, but it confused him. Was Trent serious, that he had made a pass at him, or was he trying to? No one had ever done that, least not that he had noticed. Thinking it over, he wondered if he had missed other passes? Was he still a frustrated virgin, because he didn’t know the signs?

The whole idea that he had no experience with other guys because he might have missed the signals confused him. It also depressed him, as he watched how easy Trent could talk about things, about other guys. The way his face would light up when he would mention some past ‘date’ as he called it.

While the talk was hushed, and every few seconds Trent would look around, making sure no one could hear them, it was rather thrilling to listen to someone else talk about guys, the way he felt about guys. It was something he never had. It was perhaps why he had lost himself so much while jerking off earlier. To be showing off like that, was so new, so different.

Sitting there, listening, he felt a bit nervous at first. No one had ever talked to him this way, and he was frightened of screwing it up. All he could do was sit there, and stare. His eyes couldn’t leave Trent’s face, the way he would light up, then grow sombre. It was so new to him, that he was just enthralled by the whole experience.

You don’t say much


It’s okay, not boring you, am I? Really don’t want to do that.

No, no not at all, just… I guess I am still a bit uh, you know, finding out.

Yeah, you really didn’t know?

No, guess I just, I don’t know, I sound like a real dunce.

Trent leaned back in the chair, and stared at Blake. In a way it made him nervous, in another way he felt rather flattered. It was strange to have another guy look at him, in that kind of way. Least it felt good, as he sort of just looked back, not sure what to say or do.

You uh, not interested? I mean it’s okay, maybe I am too pushy at times, but uh, it’s cool if you aren’t.

Huh? I don’t… shit, uh, this isn’t easy for me.

You got a boyfriend? That it?

ME? I wish.

Then, what?

He could feel his stomach twisting, turning into a giant knot. How do you tell someone you haven’t a clue what it is he wants? It was like, some worse secret than not letting on you were different. It was just nerves, he knew, but that didn’t help him much as he looked over at Trent. The way he seemed ready to be disappointed.

Still, the idea that Trent was interested in him, was well, exciting. He didn’t want to blow it, and as he thought about that, he got a smile on his face. Yes, he did want to blow it, but not in the sense of what he had been thinking. Christ, suddenly he was having sex with the guy, and he still didn’t know what it was he wanted. Did he want to have sex, and what kind?

You’ll laugh.

Laugh? I don’t… no I won’t laugh, honest.

The magazines he had read, the few videos he had seen, didn’t prepare him for this. He could feel himself breaking out into a cold sweat. It was odd, because he knew he was attracted to Trent. Hell, he had stolen quite a few glances at his dick earlier, and he knew it had turned him on.

Come to think of it, Trent was actually the first person he had come out to. In some ways, tonight was becoming nothing but a collection of firsts for him. There was the Frat House, where he stripped for a bunch of strangers, got his dick hard in front of them, instead of a mirror. He even had another guy touch his dick, which was a huge first for him.

He had then followed that up by jacking off in front of over 20 strangers. That was super huge, which paled in comparison to now. To have actually admitted he was gay, to another guy, now that had to rank right up there, so how could he not keep the string alive? The way Trent looked, how he had spoken, Blake couldn’t help but be impressed.

Maybe more than that, was that somehow else actually thought enough of him, to want to take it to a more personal level. But then, what if he couldn’t deliver? His heart was pounding as the thoughts raced back and forth. He so wanted to stop being the quiet one, the one who only read about it. He wanted to feel more than some stranger’s hand touch him.

I uh, I haven’t, that is I never… I uh…



But you are what, eighteen at least, never? Not in High School even?

No, never.


I am sorry, I uh…

Sorry? Nothing to be sorry about, just well, I never met someone who uh, who never.

Now you have.

He felt totally foolish, and depressed. There was no way that Trent would want some virgin, certainly not him. He felt the disappointment inside, even though Trent hadn’t backed off, yet. It would just be a matter of time, of that he was certain.

There a reason? I mean you’re not sick or anything, so that you uh, can’t?


Then how come? There had to be someone you had the hots for in school? Some friend or someone?

I wish, but no, no one.

I don’t get it, you are hot looking, no one hit on you?

Hot? Me? You need glasses, and no, no one hit on me.

Why not?

Why couldn’t Trent just let it go? Why did he seem so insistent on knowing why he was a virgin? Wasn’t that bad enough? Surely he could get whoever he wanted, the way he looked, so why was he wasting so much energy on him?

Too scared I guess.

Oh, I see.

The silence was awkward, as Blake waited for Trent to make some excuse, and leave, yet at the same time he rather hoped he wouldn’t. He liked him, had a nice voice, and well, he liked his looks. Truth was, he felt something around him, the way he had been nervous too, yet had tried to not show it. Then his compliment, but really he knew it wouldn’t go further.

Yeah, well sorry to disappoint you.

Uh, look, you didn’t, just that, I never been someone’s first. Besides, not like I am what you would call an expert either.

You mean you still want to uh, to uh…

Get it on? Yeah, I’d like to well, know you better.


He felt the disappointment. It was like Trent was now just being nice, that his chance to maybe make this a super night of firsts, was well, over with. Still, he did do well, and there was tomorrow.

You look, shit look, I think maybe we got our wires crossed a bit here.

What do you mean?

I mean, that well, I like you, want to know you, but if you aren’t ready for more than hanging together, I can, well, I can wait or whatever. No pressure, I mean, I know how it can be, that first, well, you know.

I suppose, but, I am not good at this, the guessing. I never, it isn’t just the sex stuff. I never told anyone I liked guys, until now. So I uh, I don’t know what is expected, and well, it is all just so new, so different than what I had imagined.

No one? For real?

For real.

Shit, that has to suck, how did you, I mean wasn’t it kind of hard, to not be able to, well, talk about it?

Yeah, yet I don’t know, never seemed like there was a reason to.

So you never came across any guys you liked? That you maybe wanted to uh, you know, find out if they were?

Sure, just that, well I was too afraid. I didn’t want to suddenly be known as that Fag, or as the Queer Kid.

Sucks when that happens.

As he mumbled his answer, he couldn’t help but look down, and then up very quickly. Strange how his mind kept making more out of the words. Like when Trent said ‘suck’ how it made him glance down at his crotch. When he managed to take a deep breathe, he also noticed how Trent was smiling at him.


Don’t be, though I don’t know how anyone could not know you were into guys, the way you been checking me out, which I have to say I rather like.

I uh, really? I just, well, I guess it’s because at least, I well, I know you are, that you won’t, you know.

Yeah, getting outed that way can be a real bitch. So, maybe I shouldn’t ask, but uh, you want to maybe, well, uh, go somewhere private, where uh, where, we can, sort of… see if we uh can do more than stare?

Sure you want to? I may really suck at it?

Even as Trent started to laugh, he knew his mistake, but couldn’t help himself from joining in with Trent. The tension somehow disappeared, as they laughed, because of the way he had said it, and how he had been sneaking another glance at Trent as he had.

Funny it was, and yet scary too, but while his heart was beating, he didn’t think it was because of fear. It was more from excitement, as he’d not yet touched another guy, and so maybe tonight’s rush of first’s would continue? Problem was, where could they find a private place? He couldn’t go back to his dorm room, nor did he think they could go to Trent’s.

I’d like that, if you sure, but, where?

Oh I am sure, I been wanting to, the second I saw you at the Frat House, and well, I know of a place, if you game.

I am, if you are.

You need glasses, or I need smaller pants.

He couldn’t help but laugh, while checking out Trent’s crotch. There really was no mistaking that bulge, and while he had seen many in the magazines, to see one in real, and not have to hide his glance, was in itself, arousing. Blake could feel his own dick stirring as they quickly stood up and made their way out.

Blake followed slightly behind Trent, noticing how nicely his ass looked. There was something about how the two halves moved as he walked. How the pants seemed to fit them so nicely, and how the curve of the flesh looked so inviting. He had a strange urge to want to pat them, to reach out and just touch, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. Not out in public.

They made their way out, and he couldn’t help but notice Trent was walking rather fast. It was like he couldn’t wait, which in all honesty, he felt as well. The ache in his own crotch was unlike any other ache he ever had. Even when his favourite magazine was out, and he had been rushing home to open it up, he never felt like he did now.

While the palms of his hands were sweaty, while the beat of his heart was faster, the ache in his chest was intense, it was nothing to how he ached in his crotch, nor how there was a twinge by his ass. That wasn’t something new, but he never really felt it as much as now, as he followed Trent along the pathway, then suddenly veer off to go into the trees that lined the path.

Everything had a strange glow to it, muted and it was hard to keep Trent’s image in front of him. He was more like a darker shadow, as they made their way behind the trees, and bushes that filled the area. He could still see the glow from the path, but it didn’t do much but give him a focal point. It didn’t penetrate the darkness.

They broke out into a sort of clearing. Least it was less dense than the trail they had followed. It had a soft perfume smell to it, sort of like flowers, but more intense. Blake breathed in deeply, enjoying the rather strong scent, unable to figure out what it reminded him off. His eyes were accustomed to the darkness, but he had to admit, it was a nice little spot.

The Stars shone from above, and he could tell that no one passing by would be able to just stumble onto them, without them hearing. It really was an ideal spot, and he turned to look at Trent. If he was a freshman, like himself, how did he know about this spot?

One of the guys at the House showed me this place, in case you are wondering.

Blake smiled, because he had been wondering. Still, it was perfect, as there was thick grass over the ground. He could smell its earthiness, as he stared around at it all, then back towards Trent. In the pale light, he had a sort of glow around the edges, but the sparkle in his eyes were as brilliant as the stars above. He looked perfect, as he just stood there, not sure what to do, or what would happen.

And before you ask, yes I got it on with him, he was cute, wasn’t any of the guys that were there tonight though, and well, I hadn’t met you yet.

That’s okay, I mean, not like we are married. Or uh, I mean, should I be upset?

Trent laughed, as he reached out and put his hand next to Blake’s face. The back of it moved up and down as he just stared at him, his eyes sparkling. ‘No, only if we become an item, as they say, then yeah, you should be, I know I would be.

Blake smiled back, and put his own hand up and over Trent’s hand. It felt good to touch it, to feel the warm flesh of another man. He felt his body tremble as he touched the hand, and his eyes looked up to stare into Trent’s. It was like tiny lightning bolts were flashing at him, as he stared into them, feeling his whole body tingle.

The hand moved down his face, rested on his shoulder, as he watched Trent’s face loom closer, as he heard him shuffle forward a bit. He stood there, uncertain what to do, as he held both hands at his side. The look in the eyes grew as they came closer, the eye lashes fluttered as Trent moved his head to one side, Blake suddenly feeling his own head move to the opposite side.

He could feel his heart pounding, as Trent’s face came closer. His hands suddenly reached out, on their own, to touch Trent at both sides. To sort of grasp his thin body. He felt the charge, the electricity, as his fingers made contact with Trent’s sides. The softness of his flesh, the way he seemed to move made his leg twitch as his own eyes suddenly began to blink rapidly, the eyelids opening and closing in a flurry.

Then he felt the warm breath on his face, followed by a soft touch against his lips. He trembled, as his hands clutched at Trent’s sides, pulling him in closer. The warm touch on his lips changed to a hard press, as his own lips parted. Blake shuddered, as he realized that Trent was kissing him, that their two bodies were pressing up into each other. That poking object, near his thigh wasn’t Trent’s thigh, but his hard dick.

He moaned a bit, having it cut off, as Trent’s tongue was suddenly in his mouth. He didn’t know what to do, but let his body follow its instincts. Blake felt his whole body quiver, felt almost like he would pass out. The breath in his lungs seemed to be gone, as he gasped for air, heard himself panting, as Trent’s tongue licked at the inside of his mouth. He felt his teeth rake his lips, nibble at them really, which only made his hands clutch at Trent more.

Then he heard the noise, the soft moan that wasn’t his. His eyes opened briefly, but closed quickly as Trent’s lips pressed against his harder. As the tongue once more snaked it way past his lips into his mouth. He felt the tremor inside, felt the way his own cock was throbbing, but he also could feel Trent’s dick, the way it was pressed into his thigh.

In all his time thinking about this moment, he never thought it would be this good, or that he would ever feel this happy. His whole body was in a strange sense of ecstasy. It was like he could feel every nerve inside, the way it moved, the signals it was sending to his brain. Each one, individually, which was weird, yet amazingly wonderful.

He simply couldn’t believe how he could feel all those different emotions. The way his mind could experience the touch of Trent’s hand down his stomach, across his belly, while at the same time recording how sweet his mouth tasted, or how salty his lips were. His chest was heaving, his legs trembling, but all he could think of was how good it all felt, how soft the hands were, then how hard they were.

The way Trent moved them all over him, touching his thigh, that send shivers up and down his spine, or how the press of his leg made his heart tremble. The way his ears felt as they heard the soft moan coming from Trent. It was too much for him, as he felt his body buck, felt himself losing total control over his whole body.

The weakness inside, was making him shake, sort of like he was having a fit or something. Yet it didn’t seem to stop Trent, or slow him down. His hands were everywhere, his mouth too. The way he would be biting on Blake’s lower lip one second, then kissing the hollow of his neck. Then just as he would feel that, he would find his ear being licked, or the wet kiss across his shuttered eyes.

His whole body was a mess of quivering jelly, as the hands moved over him, as Trent’s warm body filled the space between them in ways he didn’t think could be possible. The trembling was making him think the ground was moving, the explosion of lights across his closed eyelids only adding to the confusion, to the joy inside.

Blake felt himself arch forward, suddenly realizing he had let himself go too much. The way his whole groin suddenly seemed to explode, to ache, told him he had gone too far. He felt sudden fear, sudden shame, but Trent didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t stop.

His hands continued to move, to touch him, but now down at Blake’s groin. He could feel the hands probing his cock, that had just exploded. The way it was still firm, still rock hard, surprised him, as he heard Trent moan, heard his voice crack a bit, as the hands felt the now large wet patch of his pants.

Blake felt himself pulling at Trent, bringing his body even closer. His own hands were clenched tightly around the firm buttocks, squeezing the flesh inside the pants. He could feel them shake, feel the warmth as he pulled harder, wishing he hadn’t cum, wishing he had held on.

Suddenly, Trent pulled back, and with his hands on Blake’s shoulder he stared across at him. His chest was heaving as much as Blake’s, but the eyes were sparkling. Blake felt a bit uneasy, but stood there, waiting. He wasn’t sure for what, as Trent let his hands fall down, then he glanced down at Blake’s groin. The smile on his face grew, as he just looked at it.

He felt his face becoming flushed, turning red even though it was too dark to notice. Still he felt embarrassed by his premature ejaculation, yet somehow he didn’t think Trent was put off. He just didn’t seem upset, or feel that way. The way he was looking, was sort of, well hot. It was almost as if it turned him on.

If I smoked, I’d be lighting one up about now.


Fuck yeah, damn that felt good. I know it wasn’t what I had expected, but I almost shot my load too.

You mean it? You aren’t just saying that to uh, you know, make me feel better about it?

I don’t bullshit, I never felt so excited, still do.

I wasn’t thinking, I should have held back, I just, you were just, damn I am sorry.

Don’t be, I mean not like we are finished, uh, unless you don’t… I mean…

No, I don’t want it to end this way, least unless you do? I mean, I…

Let’s just sit, and well, rest for a bit, you really got me going there, I never felt that aroused before.


Yeah, I mean not like I have been with a lot of guys, just that, those I have were nice, good sex, but nothing like this. I really mean that.

He watched as Trent moved towards the trunk of the big tree that was at the far end of their little clearing. He sat down, looking up at Blake, his eyes glittering, his mouth in a wide grin. His whole face was bathed in the starlight, as he slowly moved to stand by him, looking down at him. He could see Trent’s chest was still heaving a bit, as was his.

Slowly he let himself sit down, to rest next to Trent. He flinched as Trent moved his arm up and rested it over Blake’s shoulder. He relaxed the instant he felt it holding him. It felt so good, as he sort of just snuggled in closer, to let his body become wrapped by Trent’s.

His head rested on the chest, and he glanced up to see Trent looking at him. Somehow it just felt as he had imagined it would feel, to be with another man. His hand was resting on Trent’s knee, and he glanced down at it, then over at Trent’s crotch. He could see the bulge, and he had wondered what it would feel like. Now he felt like he would find out, as he leaned in closer, as his hand suddenly moved up Trent’s leg, slowly making its way upwards, towards the crotch.

Blake felt his chest suck in, felt the nerves inside tremble, as he felt Trent’s muscles shaking. The warmth under his hand was making him sweat a bit, as he stared at his hand, as it slowly moved up the leg, up the thigh, resting by the groin. His eyes widened, as they saw the bulge move a bit, each time his hand had moved.

Glancing upwards, he saw the glazed look in Trent’s eyes, saw the nostrils flare, as he realized he was the one having that effect on Trent. It was his touch, his presence, that was making him excited, not some picture, not some lifeless video. Blake lowered his eyes to stare at Trent’s crotch, as his fingers hesitated. He wanted them to move, to reach out, but he was still frightened, still unsure.

Go ahead, it won’t bite’ came from above his head, and he lifted his face upwards, to stare up at Trent. As he did, he could feel his own cock growing a bit harder, obviously not yet done for the night. He smiled as he looked back down, to see Trent’s hand move up from his other side, and undo the top button of his pants. The sound startled him for a moment, but his eyes were glued to the unfolding scene.

He knew that tonight’s round of firsts for him, was far from over, as he saw Trent pull the zipper down, and push the pants apart. He could see the white band of the underwear, and he could smell that aroma, that scent that had to be what they called ‘the man scent’. Blake licked his lips, as he felt his fingers quiver.



Anointing of the Man Child (2)

Anointing of the Man Child

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

Blake turned his face away, as he stared at the Senior, who was still looking a bit in shock, from the result of Brian’s effort. Zero rang out from the Senior behind Brian, and the Senior in charge, made note of it in a rather subdued voice. He also reminded everyone, points went to those who could shoot their jizz the farthest. It was rather strange to think about, but as he waited for the signal to begin, he felt like maybe, just maybe, he had a chance at doing okay. It would be nice, to be the envy for something.

He felt nervous, as he quickly looked over at the others. He noticed how Trent had his eyes wide open, how his lips were shut tight. In all honesty, the guy looked hot that way and it made him shake a bit. All these new feelings, these thoughts, were strange to him.

Sure, he had gotten aroused by seeing other guys. He had even dreamed of a few, like his High School friends. There had been Jesse, the basketball player. The way he would go to the games, not because he liked the game, but to see Jesse running around the court, in those shorts. It would make Blake think of all sorts of things, specially when he would get back home.

Funny, he never talked to Jesse at school, only in his fantasies. How he would somehow bump into him in the hallway, and a conversation would ensue, that would lead to sex. How he imagined Jesse had a big dick, how he would be duly impressed, as he would get on his knees to worship it.

And now here he was, among 20 other guys, about to jack off, when he couldn’t even muster a ‘hello’ when passing Jesse in the hallways. Strange how things could suddenly change, as he stared past Trent, to the other three. They all seemed to be bored, sort of. He thought it was simply an act, a way for them to try and bluff past it all, or did everyone but him have experiences with jerking off in front of other guys?

He had seen a few photographs of guys doing that, in his magazines, so maybe it was common. Yet he rather doubted it, as he saw how Trent was so intent on looking everywhere, but down at his own dick. The way the others seemed to be looking everywhere, but at their dicks. Blake looked down, to see his fully aroused dick, to see the skin tight and to feel the ache in his balls.

Odd, he hadn’t been thinking of any one guy, yet here he was, totally hard. It was almost like his dick had a will of its own, that it worked on its own thoughts, independent of what he wanted. He felt a small smile, as he realized that he really could stand a chance here. The scores had been rather low, and those who he had expected to really amaze, had fizzled. Well, Brian hadn’t fizzled, but it was obvious, he wasn’t a shooter, but a gusher.

Funny, he was a damn rookie, hell a rookie was ahead of the game, compared to him. Yet he actually had the strange notion that he could win, that maybe he had a chance, but then maybe it was simply wishful thinking. After all, no one really figured on him lasting. According the chart in the entrance way to the house, they listed the odds on the new members, of who were favourites, who were long shots. He had been saddened to find his name, listed at 200 to 1 of being likely to make it.

Then too, he did wonder at how he even got selected to get an invitation to join. Maybe it had been a mix up? They had meant it to go to someone else named Blake Mason? He had rather suspected that, right up until he had showed up for the orientation meeting. Still, who had put his name forward, who had arranged for him to make even that list, of the 20?

From what he had heard, this was a rather exclusive club. You weren’t just randomly picked out, and given a chance, or maybe in his case, it had been just that? Maybe for the sake of some twisted logic, they had elected to let one of the real non desirables have a go? It could be that, still here he was now, thinking he could do it.

As he watched his fellow new members, as the memory of that first test continued to play over and over in his mind, he couldn’t help but feel elated, pleased with himself. He had to admit too, he had surprised even himself on that first test.

To have stripped, to have had someone touch his dick for a measure, then to jerk off in front of everyone else. That just wasn’t something he had ever thought possible. To think, two weeks ago he had never once had any kind of sexual experiences with another person, and now here he was, no longer a virgin, in any sense of the word. It had all started by jacking off.

The leader of that first test had stood in front of them. They were the last five to compete, and so far, the title was up for grabs, or so he said. In the back of Blake’s mind, he rather thought that he knew exactly who would be cut, who wouldn’t, on this first night of endurance.

At first he had expected the usual type of stuff, associated with initiations. The wearing of outlandish costumes, of wigs and stuff, then having to parade around campus dressed that way. Yet, this was not what he had envisioned for a beginning test. As he listened to the rules being explained again, he couldn’t help but feel an urge to just tell the guy to shut up and let them get on with it.

How odd, he thought as he looked back down at his cock, at how it seemed to waver a bit, as if it too was anxious. Then too, he hadn’t had his usual time alone lately. One of the major disadvantages of college life, was the total lack of privacy. And Blake needed his privacy, or so he believed, though looking around, he wondered why he had make such an issue about it.

Blake felt the small tremor inside, as he realized that so many of his preconceived notions were biting the dust, all in one swell swoop. Like he never believed he could be naked with a stiffy, in front of others, yet here he was, kneeling and totally naked, with a hard on, and over 20 guys were all watching.

Then too his whole concept of being less equipped than others, but to his amazement he was a bit above average, in that department. His idea that he couldn’t get hard in front of others was long dispelled. As the signal was given to begin, he also realized that he did care, that he did want to show them all. He wanted to make that ‘200 to 1’ rating given him a huge mistake. Somehow, he wanted to show them all, as he reached up and spat on his fingers, while the others were already stroking their dicks.

He let himself wander off, closing his eyes, as he began to do what he could do best, dream. Blake felt the liquid around his cock head, as he gently spread it over the head of his cock, then down his shaft. He could feel it tremble to his touch as he felt his hand come down to his groin, where he let his fingers slowly wrap around the base of his cock.

He sighed, felt his body lean back a bit, his upper body leaning forward, as he got comfortable, just like he would do in his own bedroom back home. The floor was a lot harder, but he ignored it as he began to think of Brian, the guy with the huge dick. It was a knack of his, to think of what might be, rather than what had been. After all, you didn’t remain a damn virgin till you were eighteen by having experiences.

With the eyes shut tight, he began to slowly move his hand up and down his dick, his tongue licking at the lower lip, then he let himself go. He started to see Brian’s huge cock in front of his face, to see the veins that wrapped around the amazingly long pole. Once more he licked his lips, as his hand began the steady motion of up and down, stroking the hot pole.

He wondered what that white spot was on the cock before his eyes, knowing it was some pre cum. Licking at it, he felt its raunchy taste penetrate his senses, make his body ache a bit more, as he would reach out with his hand, to lightly run his finger down the stiff pole. Blake could feel it tremble to his touch, feel it shiver, as he slowly would move his hand down and then around Brian’s big cock.

In the back of his mind, he felt a strange pressure on his head, but it only added to his dream. It was Brian’s hands reaching for him, wanting him to stop teasing him, to do more than just let the fingers trace the various patterns of the veins. He could feel his desire too, see it in the shorter guy’s eyes. In his mind, he heard himself sighing, heard his own voice moan softly as he opened his mouth.

His lips were apart, as he leaned forward, as his tongue shot out, to taste that second drop of precum that was now oozing from Brian’s dick. He let the tongue lick it, swallow the cum, but not pull back. Instead, he let his tongue circle the head, then move across the head, to the ridge of the cap, to let the tongue lick slowly just underneath that ridge.

He could feel the pressure increase on his head, knowing it wasn’t Brian, but thinking it was. He ignored everything else, the heavy breathing from beside him, from above him, as he concentrated on the dream, on the fantasy that Brian was begging him to take it, was forcing it to him, as he held back. Blake felt his body shudder, as he finally opened his mouth wide enough, and that suddenly he could taste the salt coated flesh as it pushed past his teeth, to bang up against his throat.

It was hard, making his jaw stretch, making him nearly retch, as the huge dick was stuffed into his mouth. He heard himself cry out, a sort of muffled cry, as his hands reached out to grasp at Brian’s thighs. He could feel the skin give to his pressure, feel the bone being touched by his finger tips, as he tried to hold the hips away, to regulate the pushing.

His hand was moving faster along is cock, as he thought about how Brian would be moaning, how pale his face would be getting, as he took that monster dick, as his throat muscles finally listened, and relaxed enough for him to let the huge pole slide even deeper into his throat. Blake could hear himself choking, hear himself panting, as he strove to control every muscle in his throat.

As he felt the excitement rising, he could feel the hard banging of the cock against his throat, feel it pressing past his larynx, as he let his tongue try to lick at it. He could feel the beat of Brian’s heart from the pulse of the thick veins that coated the huge pole in his mouth.

It was hard to breath, as the huge cock filled his windpipe. With his chest heaving, he could feel his hand stroking his cock. The heat was intense, and the ache in his groin was replaced by a strange ache between his buttocks. The sounds were muted, as if in a distance, as he could see Brian’s cock being pulled out and forced back in, in a rising pace. He could see the eyes flicker, see the glaze come over them, as they fluttered, then closed.

Strange, but he knew it would be seconds, and he felt his muscles tighten around the cock in his mouth, felt his hand tighten around his own cock, in a choking grip that hurt, which he ignored. All he could think of was that image of that hard pole being pounded into his face. The press of Brian’s hands on his head, the way he smelled too.

Blake breathed in deeply, smelling that scent, that aroma that was new to him. It was cum, but for the first time, it wasn’t his cum that he smelled. He breathed it in deeply, feeling the cock jerk, feeling it actually thicken even more, as he let his head move in time with each thrust of Brian’s hips. He felt it as his whole body was nearing the tipping point, that magical point when he couldn’t control himself.

It was the one perk he had missed, and now here he was, having that special moment in front of over 20 strangers. Sure, they had introduced themselves, but that was as far as it went. Right now though, all he could think of was that moment when Brian fell backwards, when his short upper torso was stretched back over his haunches, as his big dick quivered, just before it let go.

He felt his own body shaking, felt the ache in his balls suddenly explode. Blake clenched his eyes tighter, squeezing them even more, as he tried to hold back the roaring waves of his juice. He could feel the cock tremble, feel it shaking in his hand, that now flew up and down the pole in a maddening frenzy. He could feel the ache inside grow, feel it make every muscle in his body suddenly go taut. It all registered, yet didn’t. All he could see was that huge cock head, see the coming gusher of cream.

Biting his lower lip, Blake tasted blood, as he saw the replay of Brian’s moment of glory again, though in slow motion. He saw the slit widen, saw the coming stream of grey white liquid moving up from within the tube of the penis. His eyes narrowed even more, as if gifted with x-ray vision. Every little detail was there, as he felt the burning pain in his lungs, then felt the excitement of seeing that moving white cream start to spill out.

With absolute clarity, he could see the tiny nerves popping all around the cock head, as they were coated by the sticky white substance, as Brian’s cum made its way to freedom. He watched the skin tighten, watched it change to various shades of purple and red. He could feel its heat too, see the cum begin to fill the air between Brian’s closed fingers.

As he watched, he felt his own body shake, felt his own body begin to pour its precious liquid out. His hand ached, the muscles in his shoulder were in agony, as his body surrendered to the vision of Brian jacking off. How the tiny white lines formed around his mouth, how the veins on his forehead pulsed, then lightened in color, as the blood drained to the huge cock. He could see it all again, as his whole body exploded.

There was a gasp from just above him, another from nearby, as he felt his cum pass through his fingers, and make their way forward. He felt the way his body didn’t lean backwards, but shot forwards. Every nerve in his body was screaming, as he felt dizzy. He knew that he had cum, that his daydream of Brian was coming to an end. He hated that part of it, but end it had to, but maybe he would find other things to contemplate, next time.

Still, he couldn’t believe that he had just done what he had. His body was still shaking, as his eyes opened then closed quickly. The light was glaring, but finally he managed to adjust to it. Blake felt himself leaning back, felt the goo between his fingers, as he slowly returned from his fantasy.

Looking off to the right, he could see Brian was staring at him, that his mouth was ajar a bit, and as he felt his heart pounding, Blake noticed that everyone was looking at him. He felt a self conscious, as he tried to collect himself. Everything still was a blur, as he felt the pain in his lungs.

As the beat of his heart slowed, as the thundering in his ears began to subside, he could sense the strange stillness in the room, as his eyes began to grow more accustomed to the light. His breathing was still a bit labored, as he slowly sat back upright, and he looked around.

Something was different, as everyone seemed to be staring at him. He felt very self conscious, felt his dick shrink even quicker, as he also placed a hand over it, to try and hide. He couldn’t quite figure it out.


Blake glanced up to see the head of the group talking to him, and all he could do was sort of mumble a thank you, though he had no idea what the guy had been talking about. Yet somehow he felt different, as he looked around, and saw a strange glint in the eyes that were looking at him. It was as if they were in awe of him, and he couldn’t quite figure it out, as he slowly relaxed his sore muscles.

As the members all gathered around each other, to compare notes, Trent leaned over and whispered to him. His voice showed his amazement.

Man, you always shoot that far?

Huh? I don’t uh, how far did it go? I uh…

You kidding? Didn’t you hear?


Shit, your spunk hit the far wall man, like major footage.


Shit yeah, unreal dude, that was some display, and it sure as hell wasn’t some thin little gob either.

He couldn’t help but feel pleased with himself, and before he could carry on the conversation, the members all broke up and came forward. They were all looking at him, as they announced the winners. Trent had gotten fourth place in the distance event, and he had taken first. It was a surprise, as he noticed how the others all seemed to look at him,

They were told to get dressed, and as they were standing up, they were also told that the first cuts were decided. He felt suddenly tense. One name was quickly read off, and then they were free to head off. It was a relief, as he realized that he had made the first cut. As he pulled his pants up, a few of the others passed by, stopping to shake his hand, which was unusual.

Brian even came by, telling him he wished he could shoot like him. He was at a loss for words, as he shook the guy’s hand, feeling a bit guilty. He wondered if he would still be thanking him if he knew that Blake had been thinking of him and his giant dick when he had cum? Hell, he wondered if he would have made it this far, if they had known about him?

The slap on the back startled him, as he turned around to see Trent there, grinning at him. He didn’t know why, but he was attracted to the shaggy haired guy. The guy was certainly good looking, and seemed rather at ease with everything. He hadn’t seemed as nervous as the others were, when they were all told to strip.

Wanna grab a cup of coffee at the student lounge?

Uh, I don’t know, I guess.

Cool, I gotta find out how you do it man, that was one hell of a shocker.


Way you shot your load dude, you serious? You black out or something when you cum?

I guess, I just, ya know, get lost into what I was thinking of.

Wish I could zone out that way, at times.

Blake felt nervous, as they left the fraternity house, and made their way down the dimly lit walkway, towards the main square of the Campus. Getting closer, the lighting grew brighter, which almost made it seem like daylight. He didn’t understand why it was so brilliantly lit, until Trent mentioned how there had been a few attacks on some of the girls, and the College had beefed up the lighting.

As they made their way along the Quad, he couldn’t help but notice that only the path going towards the Frat House were still barely lit, while all the other paths were like miniature beacons.

All the way to the big flat building, he couldn’t help but notice how Trent kept looking around, his eyes always darting around. It was as if he didn’t want anyone to see him with Blake, or something like that. He didn’t quite understand it, unsure why Trent seemed so nervous, so cautious.

For the most part they exchanged small talk. It was a bit stilted, which made him feel a bit nervous himself. The constant checking, looking over the shoulder had him feeling uncomfortable. He couldn’t put his finger on it, wasn’t even sure he wanted to know what was making Trent act that way.

Maybe he didn’t want any of the others to see them together? Maybe Trent knew his secret, or had guessed at it, and didn’t want to get tagged with being one himself? It was perhaps Blake’s greatest fear, of being outed. Still, he didn’t think he had really given anyone a hint, let alone make it obvious. Still the way Trent kept searching everywhere, was making him worry.

As they approached the entrance to the well lit Student Union building, he could feel Trent’s nervousness increase. It was like he was dreading walking into the place, with him. He couldn’t quite understand it, after all it wasn’t like he had suggested they come here. Getting close, Trent stopped, staring around at everyone that was milling around on the Quad.

Something wrong?

His voice seemed to startle Trent, who jumped a bit, then he got this sort of lazy grin over his face, as he stared down at his feet, then glanced upwards at Blake. The way he looked made Blake quiver a bit, as he found himself being attracted to the shaggy haired guy.

How can you be so cool? Doesn’t it bother you?

Huh? What? I mean, I don’t uh…

Trent stared at him, his mouth open a bit. Yet all Blake could think about was how those lips looked so inviting, and wondered what it would be like, to actually press his own on them. Strange, he had thoughts of guys before, but never as powerful as what he was feeling right now.

You don’t feel it?

Feel what?

Afraid, I mean I know they say its safe, but then you didn’t see any bright lights along the path to the House, did you? Only along the other paths, to the other Houses.

So? I mean, maybe they ran out of money, or they haven’t gotten to it yet, I don’t uh…

He trembled a bit, as Trent stared at him. His eyes were wide open and he shook his head. It seemed like he was missing something, and that somehow he should know what Trent was talking about. Still, he didn’t quite understand, why he was so nervous, why he expected him to be, as well.

Shit, you really don’t know, do you?

Know what?

Christ, I thought… I mean, uh, fuck, uh maybe we should just, you really don’t know?

It all felt odd. The way Trent was talking, in such amazement. What was he missing? He couldn’t figure it out, but he felt suddenly on edge, as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Something was wrong, but he didn’t get it. He hadn’t a clue.

What? What am I supposed to know?

The Frat

What about it?

Shit, uh, I thought you knew man, unless you uh, shit, you had to know, they wouldn’t invite you otherwise, you have to, fuck…

Blake trembled a little. His leg quivered, and inside he felt a strange dread. It had been odd, to be invited, when he didn’t even know anything about the Fraternity. Just that he had been so swept up as being asked, he never really thought much about the Fraternity itself. For a moment he wondered if somehow they knew about his secret, and it was all a way to out him.

Please, I don’t have a clue what you are talking about, I mean, if I screwed up or something, wish you would tell me.

You screwed up? Uh, you really don’t get it. Man, I thought… The Frat House, dude its only for uh, for guys like us.

Huh? Like us? I don’t…

Shit, you really don’t get it, man it is for us fags, queers, fudge packers, whatever term you want, no breeders allowed.

No, no way man.

Fuck, like I’d make that up? I thought you… I mean you are, aren’t you?

He stood there, like a statue, as he tried to make sense out of what Trent had said. How could it be true? Worse, should he answer him, and how? Should he pretend he wasn’t, or at least try? It was obvious, someone had known, or guessed. Was Trent out to trap him, to get him to admit to being gay, then scream it out, to out him?

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